A few friends

Nervously, Jessica glanced up, making sure Malcolm was still facing away. Quickly she sat back in her chair, leaning forwards and letting her tits fall into her free arm, flushing. In her other hand she held her phone, doing her best to scroll one-handed.

Someone had to know what was going on, right?

_‘Telling you, Metro-General is the place to BE, look at this nurse!’ _came a tweet from either a visitor or patient, attached to a photo of a woman with red-brown hair.

‘Harlem has its upsides!’ came another tweet, and- was that Claire?! Jessica did a double-take.

_‘Best. Day. Ever. `Nuff said,’ _was another, from a white haired man. The photo there was less focused, just a general view of the city.

This didn’t seem to have affected everyone, but… it was definitely a lot of women. Jessica swallowed.

Yep. Getting in contact definitely seemed like a smart move, work out what the hell was going on.

“You sure you want to do that?” Colleen said.

It was a situation she’d been in dozens of times before. Would-be crooks, muggers, thieves suddenly interrupted mid-crime. Turning to see her, holding her katana aloft in what would be a sure-fire way to make them back down.

That was the plan at least.

Three men, barely out of their teenage years, turned to face her. She expected to see eyes widening in realisation, a flicker of fear, of wariness; that or being ready for a fight. That could be fun too.

She’d felt weird for a moment, but her katana in hand, glimmering brightly, normally she never felt better. Except this time she got a reaction she wasn’t wholly used to.

“Whoa!” one of the would-be criminals said.

“Nice,” said another.

What? Did they like the blade, or-

She glanced down, and promptly shrieked. Forget stopping crime, she was naked! How was she naked?!

Far from an intimidating figure, she’d been standing with her katana gripped in both hands, and nothing else on. Her tits, a pair of small brown nipples, a view right down to her bare cunt all displayed to them.

She swiftly left her fighting pose, eyes wide, one arm crossing over her dusky boobs, while the other she let dip lower, still holding her katana sideways, getting what little modesty she could from the handle and her hand balled into a fist.

A whimper escaped Colleen’s lips as the three stared at her. This- This really hadn’t gone the way she’d planned.

Trish shifted in her chair; ok, the idea was simple enough, she knew that. A trial run to bring back Trish Talk, see what the response was to one new episode before making any permanent decisions.

Well, it was a platform. Something to consider at least.

Ok, ready in…

“Hello, and welcome back to Trish Talk,” Trish said. “Been off for a bit, whether we’re back, that’ll be up to you, see how you like the new format. So- Ahhh! Oh my god!”

Mid-sentence, Trish quickly caught sight of herself. A lot of herself. Pale tits, rose nipples, and a patch of blonde between her legs. Eyes wide, she shuffled and pulled her chair closer to the desk with the speaker.

What the fuck?!

She shot a panicked look over to the sound engineers in their booth. Well they were no help, they were just staring back with the same look of shock (and something else she didn’t want to think about).

She cleared her throat, crossing her arms. Why was this happening?! And why now, of all times? She swallowed.

“Cut the mic!” Trish mouthed. One of the sound engineers moved. Hopefully that meant… “What the hell is this, where are my clothes? No one said anything about doing the show nude! And- what do you mean we’re still on?!”

She’d said cut! Trish blushed. The last thing she needed was her fans imagining her naked.

She was just walking down the street, Claire thought. Swing by Luke’s place to see if she could check up on him, not…

It hadn’t been hard to miss the sudden whoops, nor the feel of the breeze. The air against her bare back, suddenly much more obvious, and-

What the hell?! She started stumbling in her hurry to get out of the street; scrambling, she at least managed to snatch up her phone from the ground. With her clothes vanishing, somehow that had been left behind.

She yelped as she bent over, ass attracting even more attention than her already-nude body. Straightening and trying vainly to cover her dark tits with her arm, boobs almost overflowing, and holding her phone over her pussy she started sprinting down the street.

Another yelp escaped her lips as she brushed past even more people, before ducking into an alley.

She squeaked, ducking in deeper as someone glanced in, snapping a picture with their phone.

Then, panting, trembling, she sent out a text to half of her address book.

Who likes Chinatown’s local sword-wielding heroine’s new look?

Do mine ears deceive me? Did @trishtalk say she’s doing the show nude? Dreams do come true.

MATT! JESSICA! LUKE! ANY OF YOU! HELP!

Jessica glanced at a few tweets and texts in particular, cheeks getting warmer and warmer with each snap she saw. Fuck, what was happening?

She recognised several of them too, from that business at Midland Circle, as well as her adopted sister. She’d never been great at keeping up friendships, but this transcended most things.

Hand shaking, she did her best to skip back to the numbers saved in her phone.

“Anything?”

“Ah! Malcolm! I said turn around!”